My job description: Writer, Director, Producer, soon-to-be Web Broadcaster, and, oh yeah, a little bit of Web Development thrown in – just ‘cuz I like to swear now and again. I got everything back that disappeared in January, only this time I’m getting paid.

Okay, so I don’t get to make my sitcom. In hindsight, I really don’t want to make it anymore, anyway. Maybe someday I’ll write another one. If I ever manage to carve more time out of a day, that is.

I’m still in school full time (last assignment graded netted me 97%), but I can play with the schedule fairly freely. This, along with my new Dream Job, means that with very few exceptions, I’m doing exactly whatever it is I feel like doing, every second of every day. I have to get up at 6 am every morning, weekends included, to accommodate everything I want to do, which means I pretty much turn into a pumpkin at 11 pm every night (damn! I missed Seinfeld, again?!), but I’m actually doing these things now, instead of talking about doing them.

I’m rewriting some old scripts, too (not to mention burning a couple just to hear them scream), and am in the process of finding a US-based agent.

And…. that would be why I don’t post very often; less dreaming, more doing, better sleeping.

His name is Mike Valley. His favourite song is a toss-up between “Beth” by Kiss, and “My Ding-a-Ling”, by Chuck Berry. “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” runs a close second. He sang Karaoke before it was invented. He owns a rock polisher and eats Caramel Spread® sandwiches, and he’s the best sword-fighter in the world.

34 years later, I have the exact same haircut…

About 10 minutes after this picture was taken, Mike swallowed the quarter hidden in his piece of cake, and spent the rest of the day pissed off about it. I had to Photoshop me over from the other side of the table (along with the window – you know, for the view), and poor Girl with the Plaid Pants got “smeared” out because I just didn’t want to share the limelight. Happy Almost Birthday to me.

I wish he was here – I’d give him his quarter with interest…

This post is for you, Mushy. Something to laugh about while you recuperate… did your mom put money in your birthday cakes? I wanna know…!